I wanna be somewhere on a beach right now…and not those busy beaches where everyone goes and takes aesthetically pleasing photos…
Just some quiet place where I can play slow soul soothing songs in foreign languages so that I can feel them better than I can understand…and watch the waves come crashing beneath my feet…and when they return into the vastness of fallen sky…they would take all my pain, all my bruises and worries with them… I would sit there for hours and hours reading books and writing poetry…until the sun comes down for an evening swim and the moon comes out to birth stars and glaze the night sky…this is midnight city…and I’m the only resident…then eventually I close my eyes and float off into nightmares of my reality…kissing me softly like an abusive lover in apology…but I’m immune to it all…because in that moment
Right there
Right then
I would have tasted freedom.